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Greek Ode ‘Against The Slave Trade.

“(If there's anything worse than an unreliable narrator, it's an unreliable narrator with a bag over his head.)”
-Jacob Wren, Dry Your Tears to Perfect Your Aim via @jacobwren.bsky.social

Still Life: a Treatment.

      "From Far, from Eve

From far, from eve and morning
   And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
   Blew hither: here am I.

Now—for a breath I tarry
   Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
   What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
   How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind's twelve quarters
   I take my endless way."

—A.E. Housman

Probability.